itchy trigger fingers [amber]

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you gotta get T H A T dirt off your shoulder

it had been an eventful night. well, it would have been; for most wizards, that is. but samira was tired. her cover job as a bartender at the hog’s head led the same routine for her: serve drinks, get information, eavesdrop, repeat. yes, getting information was important, but it just got so tedious. sam longed for something that actually required skills other than subtly and charisma. and she hated pretending to be interested in these other wizards lives. she didn’t like talking.

but here, talking was a wholesome part of her job. the hog’s head was different from the three broomsticks, which was generally visited by, well, normal witches and wizards. the hog’s head, however, was inhabited by a particular kind of wizard. typically, and bluntly, the illegal kind. it was a hub of shifty dealings and suspicious activity. though perhaps anyone else would have found it very interesting to hear about the evil plans that were voiced in the vicinity, the only thing samira found interesting about it was how unsubtle they all were. they never seemed to have thought that someone might be listening. when, of course, someone was.

she wasn’t even allowed to make arrests, lest her cover be blown. she just had to report them to the international auror head commander, who would make sparing investigations. if enough of her clients were caught, they might get suspicious of their hideout, and find somewhere else to drink and talk.

it was 2am, and samira was closing up the bar. she had locked up all the alcohol in case there was a break in, and the last few dwindling drinkers were ushering out of the doors. another eventless night. her hand twitched near her wand. she was beginning to get itchy trigger fingers. she had amazing control over herself, but she had an addiction for action.

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It was early two in the morning early as Amber slowly moved up the path to the village of Hogsmeade accompanied by a rather older man who walked next to her in silent. Normally Amber wore dresses, or something sexy to show off to people, but today she wore her long black cloak. As they reached the village the man started to talk to her and she helped her hand at once to silence him, giving him a stern look. Idiot, and he wants a job in my department she thought as they made their way over to the Hog’s Head which saw she just had empty and looked as if the bartender was closing up, or at least she or he thought they were going to be. As they reached the door her eyes grew wide as a man exiting the bar by himself, one of the last late drinkers, was one she run into Knockturn Alley just the other week when she met the Slytherin girl. ”Oh my big boy, you drink? You know I think it’s the ladies who need to drink before they hook up with you. Oh and I hope your daughter is doing well, she first year Hufflepuff isn’t she? Such a waste” the words came out of Amber’s mouth like a blade and the man just stared at her as he had been stabbed in the gut by Amber, she gave a small smirk and pushed past him entering the Hogs Head with her friend as they took a sit, she barely looked over the to the girl who was the bartender.

Oh dear, someone looks like a very bad train wreck, or at least her looks could cause one thought Amber giving a little smirk as she looked over to the guy and then back to the lady. ”May we get a drink please? I hope you weren’t closing sweetie”said Amber the voice was such fake in its niceness, that it couldn’t have been any more clearer. Amber had this aurora around her that just breathed superiority and confidence, that she was better than all and higher than any of them in the areas of power. Her friend who sat across from her started to speak, his voice very raspy like he had lost it, and the words that escaped his mouth made Amber’s head snapped at once in his direction. ”Reynolds can’t be trusted, Marie! He is not one of us, he is only using you”. Her black eyes glared at the man and gave him a “Shut the hell up” look, and gave him a sharp kick underneath the counter. ”Silence, you idiot. And you want to be an Unspeakable?”hissed Amber under her breath to the man, but she was sure the bartender would have caught some of what she said to him. Turning her head she looked back at the lady and gave her a look as in “Well, where’s my drink”, as she waited a response from the lady, one the better be smart and not dumb.

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